The lunch went reasonably quieter with Hou Luli primarily driving the entire conversation.
"Do you like the food, Lin?" She asked hesitantly.
"What's there not to like?" Hou Fa pointed out, narrowing his eyes at Lin.
"I am asking Lin!" She glared. "Don't force your opinions on him."
Lin slurped on the noodles, the familiar warm taste tingling his taste buds. He paused to let the feeling sink in. He thought he would have forgotten how her food tasted, but he hadn't. A sudden gloom gripped him that she didn't have the time to make such meals like before.
"It tastes the same as before... It's good."
Shui saw his left hand trembling. Though it was supposed to be a happy lunch time, with Hou Luli's condition, everything…seemed to feel like a ticking clock coming close to its end.
She tried to brighten up the mood. "It's yum! Mrs. Hou is a great cook!"
"Aish, you don't have to be so formal dear. You can call us Uncle and Aunt. Right, Fa?"
